"What did I do to deserve such words?" the man asked in shock as he stared at his wife with wide eyes and confusion on his face. "Why are you angry? Why won't you stop crying?!"
Karen's anger was not only directed towards her cheating spouse but also against herself for allowing it to happen again despite all she had learned from previous experiences. She felt like an idiot; how could someone who knew so much about infidelity be unable to prevent himself from being seduced by another woman?! The answer: because this time there wasn't just one other person involved—there were two! And that made things far more complicated than they should have been...
But what really hurt most of all was seeing him kissing another girl right before her very own eyes... It seemed impossible for anyone to hate their partner after witnessing them doing something as intimate and passionate as making out. But Karen couldn't help feeling jealous when she saw the way those lips moved together, touching each other softly while their tongues played around inside mouths. Even though she understood logically that it meant nothing romantic or sexual between them
or even emotional
, still, every single detail reminded her of everything she'd lost since giving up control over her life and falling into bed with this guy. All these feelings of insecurity and jealousy were mixed together with shame and self-loathing until they turned into a powerful cocktail of emotions which completely overwhelmed her.
The worst part was that none of it would matter if only she hadn't allowed herself to get carried away with lust once again... If only she didn't let her desires lead her down the path where she became vulnerable and weak...
She remembered all too well how easily she gave in to temptation back then. How quickly she stopped thinking rationally and started letting her heart guide her instead of logic and reason. She remembered all the times when she succumbed to desire without hesitation, never questioning whether she was doing the right thing. Back then she believed that sex was always good, regardless of whom you chose to sleep with or why. Now she realized how stupid she must have sounded at the time, considering all the consequences...
And now here we go again... Only worse! Because this isn't just about me anymore—it's your fault as well! This is YOUR mistake, asshole! Yours alone!!! And don't think for one second that I'll forgive YOU either! Not after watching you kiss some other chick while MY eyes were glued to the screen! What kind of sick pervert does THAT!?!!??
It took several minutes before she regained enough composure to speak. By that point her head felt like it was going to explode, but somehow she managed to force herself to calm down long enough to formulate her next words.
"You're pathetic," Karen said coldly. "Just look at yourself! A grown man acting like a child, throwing tantrums like a spoiled brat." Her voice grew louder and harsher as she continued speaking. "How dare you disrespect ME and humiliate our marriage by having affairs behind my back? Don't you realize that you've put us through hell already? Haven't you suffered enough yet!?"
Her husband looked stunned and confused. He opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted him. Both Karen and John froze, listening carefully for any clues as to who might be coming closer. They heard voices outside the door followed by loud knocks.
A moment later, it flew open and two men walked inside. One of them was tall and thin, wearing black pants, a white shirt under an olive green jacket, along with shiny leather shoes. His hair was short and brown, almost matching his eyes, and he had bushy eyebrows and thick sideburns. On his left wrist hung a silver watch and on the right hand, a gold bracelet decorated with diamonds. The other man, however, stood out more due to his size. Standing 6'7", weighing 220 pounds and sporting shoulder length blonde hair, he appeared to be quite muscular although there weren't many visible bulges anywhere. He wore dark jeans and a blue sweater covered with pockets.
Both men were carrying briefcases. The shorter man stepped forward first.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Cooper," he greeted, offering his hand to shake. "My name is Steve. We met briefly last night during your stay at the hotel. I hope you enjoyed your visit to our city..."
John shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Steve. Thanks for taking care of this situation. Please call me John."
Steve nodded respectfully. "Of course, sir. My colleague here has been waiting patiently outside the room ever since you called. So please allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Detective Mark Jones, and my job is to ensure that justice prevails in cases involving criminal activity. As you probably know, this involves gathering evidence and interviewing witnesses to determine what happened and who's responsible. However, before I can proceed further, I need to ask you some questions regarding yesterday's events. Do you mind answering them?"
His tone was polite and respectful, but Karen noticed the slight hint of annoyance hidden underneath. Clearly, he thought she deserved punishment for betraying her husband. That fact angered her even more. She wanted revenge for being cheated on and humiliated. Yet, deep within her, she wondered if maybe there was something else bothering her... Something important that she had forgotten...
As usual, her thoughts drifted off somewhere random, causing her brain to feel numb. Suddenly, she recalled the dream she'd had earlier. In it, she found herself standing naked in front of three women, surrounded by a crowd of people, both men and women alike. Then she remembered that she was supposed to give birth soon... And then, suddenly, she realized that she actually WAS pregnant...
For a few seconds she panicked, trying to recall exactly how long ago she'd become sexually active with her husband. Hadn't they used protection? No... Wait a minute! There was definitely NO condom! How could that be possible...? Did he cheat ON me, too??? Is THIS his baby???
Suddenly she began sobbing uncontrollably, covering her face with hands while tears streamed down her cheeks. She was terrified, unsure whether she was ready for motherhood or not. Would she survive pregnancy and childbirth? Could she handle raising a child on her own? Should she keep the child or abort it? Or simply leave it to die in the hospital nursery? Who would take responsibility for its upbringing anyway? Was it okay for her to abandon it? What if she got pregnant again sometime in the future? She was so confused and uncertain that she couldn't make up her mind.